The Unknowns
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“There was no storm,
but her presence was the calm,
like a soft rain touching the edges of my mind.
I wondered,
is this what it feels like to have an anchor?
To carry peace with you when you go.”
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The Heart's Infection
A heart, once swift, now slows its beat,
Caught in a storm, the cold defeat.
Like shadows creeping through its veins,
Whispers of doubt, a thousand chains.
The pages blank, the books ask why,
The weight of hours crawls, passing by.
Hands that falter, eyes that blur,
A tethered spirit, unsure, unsure.
Yet deep within, where sickness lies,
A spark fights back—it won’t disguise.
For even clouds that choke the sun
Cannot erase what has begun.
To heal, to rise, to breathe anew,
The heart remembers what is true.
No matter how the anchor clings,
A soul, though fragile, still has wings
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